"Seems like you guessed it?"
Ye Xuan smiled, revealing a set of glaring white teeth, but to Emperor Jiang, they made him tremble both body and soul.
"You... you are seizing our innate divine abilities?" Emperor Jiang scread in horror.
"Congratulations, you guessed correctly."
Ye Xuan’s smile vanished, replaced by a cruel and sinister expression: "As a reward for your correct guess, I’ll give you a swift death."
"Tribulation Immortal Devouring!"
Rumble!
Ye Xuan ford hand seals, casting sinister and eerie spells into his hands. His entire being transford into a terrifying black mist, rushing toward Emperor Jiang to devour him.
"No!"
Emperor Jiang scread miserably, but under the overwhelming power of the Tribulation Immortal Devouring, his physical form began to disintegrate, wisps of black smoke wafted from his body, accompanied by soul-crushing cries of agony.
"By consuming you, I can begin to grasp the power of space. This will be your greatest honor." Ye Xuan laughed cruelly, imrsed in extre excitent.
"Ye Xuan, you shall die a terrible death. Even though I scatter and perish today, in the future, you shall die without a resting place..."
Before dying, Emperor Jiang uttered a venomous curse, then silence descended, leaving only the black mist incarnation of Ye Xuan wafting in the cavern.
...
Simultaneously.
In the ancestral land of the Witch Clan in the small world, Hou Tu was leading the nine great ancestor witches in ditation within Emperor Jiang’s ancestral divine temple when suddenly there was a thunderous crash, and Emperor Jiang’s ancestral witch statue shattered and collapsed.
"Emperor Jiang is dead!"
Hou Tu clenched her fist tightly; her eyes gradually turned red, and a clear tear fell from her eye socket.
"Ye Xuan, my Witch Clan will never live under the sa sky as you. If we don’t kill you, how can we face our departed clansn?"
The nine ancestor witches roared with fury; Emperor Jiang’s death filled them with anger and sorrow, and their hatred toward Ye Xuan surged to the extre.
"Look quickly."
Suddenly, Zhu Rong exclaid in surprise, pointing at the shattered Emperor Jiang statue, which caused Hou Tu and the others to montarily pause their grief and look at the broken statue.
"Pangu Essence Blood?"
"Emperor Jiang’s Pangu Essence Blood?"
When Hou Tu saw the dark red droplet of blood floating within Emperor Jiang’s statue, she first froze in place, then an exceedingly excited laugh echoed from her mouth.
"So that’s it, Emperor Jiang unexpectedly left his Pangu Essence Blood within his statue. Could he have anticipated this calamity?" Hou Tu exclaid with excitent.
In fact, when Emperor Jiang and Zhu Jiuyin returned to the Witch Clan, both had already left their Pangu Essence Blood in their respective statues to prevent their blood from falling into Ye Xuan’s hands in case of mishap.
Yet, Emperor Jiang never expected he would truly perish and his Pangu Essence Blood would beco the final hope of the Witch Clan.
"Quick, go to Zhu Jiuyin’s divine temple."
Hou Tu seed to rember sothing, hurriedly summoning the nine ancestor witches to head to Zhu Jiuyin’s ancestral divine temple. Although she did not wish for Zhu Jiuyin to be slain by Ye Xuan, Emperor Jiang was already dead, and Zhu Jiuyin was likely in grave danger as well. All they could do was wait at the ancestral divine temple for the final outco.
The Pangu Essence Blood must not et with any mishap, as it is the key to forming Pangu’s true body and represents the Witch Clan’s last hope.
...
An unnad mountain, within its belly.
Ye Xuan sat cross-legged, surrounded by a silvery glow, mysterious and deep, giving off an ethereal and dynamic feeling, making it appear as if one were looking at a flower through the mist.
The power of space hovered faintly, extrely thin and hard to detect, yet truly present, flowing around Ye Xuan at this mont.
A thousand years.
After refining for a full thousand years, Ye Xuan finally completely absorbed Emperor Jiang’s spatial divine power.
Ye Xuan abruptly opened his eyes, his pupils turning to silver-white, rotating like ancient stars. The surrounding space crumbled inch by inch, and this terrifying wave spread everywhere, instantly reducing the unnad mountain to nothingness.
Nothing remained; heaven and earth were left in a vacuum filled with the might of the power of space.
Sigh!
Ye Xuan sat in the spatial rift, exhaling slowly. The silver glow around him quietly dissipated, while the spatial cracks gradually healed until the surroundings beca clear once more.
"Just as I thought!"
Ye Xuan sighed, showing a hint of disappointnt in his eyes.
He used the Tribulation Immortal Devouring to absorb Emperor Jiang’s innate divine ability, preliminarily grasping the spatial divine power. But divine power is divine power; it’s not the power of space, rely a seed of the power of space.
Don’t be fooled by the re difference in two words; the gap between them is as vast as heaven and earth.
The power of space can traverse the realms of heaven and earth, and ignore any barrier, whereas spatial divine power is rely Emperor Jiang’s innate divine ability, not even a trace of the power of space.
Yet, Ye Xuan wasn’t too disappointed, as he had foreseen this outco. The only function of Tribulation Immortal Devouring is to absorb others’ innate divine abilities; from Emperor Jiang, he obtained the spatial divine power, which is only to be expected.
However, Ye Xuan differed from Emperor Jiang in one aspect; Ye Xuan didn’t intend rely to transform Emperor Jiang’s innate divine ability into his own, but to refine it continually into a spatial seed planted within his body.
Ye Xuan understood clearly; he wanted the power of space, not spatial divine power. Only by refining Emperor Jiang’s spatial divine power into a spatial seed could he cultivate the true power of space.
The seed was planted; whether it would sprout required Ye Xuan’s cultivation, and he had a vague idea of how to nurture the power of space.
Yet, now was not the ti for Ye Xuan to focus on researching the power of space; he had more urgent matters to handle.
Zhu Jiuyin!
Indeed, Zhu Jiuyin, having just consud Emperor Jiang’s innate divine ability, he needed to find Zhu Jiuyin swiftly and absorb his ti attribute, which was of utmost importance.
Buzz!
Ye Xuan ford hand seals, the Soul Summoning Technique fluctuating gently, but the black paper crane did not appear, clearly indicating Zhu Jiuyin had refined the Soul Summoning Technique long ago within this millennia.
"Exactly as expected."
Ye Xuan casually dispersed the Soul Summoning Technique, his face remaining indifferent, as if he had anticipated this outco.
Ye Xuan was exceptionally astute; how could he not foresee Zhu Jiuyin would refine the Soul Summoning Technique?
After all, a thousand years had passed, and Zhu Jiuyin surely had the ti, but Ye Xuan also had his plans.
"Transform!"
Suddenly, Ye Xuan ford hand seals, enveloping himself in black mist. Within three breaths, the mist dissipated slowly, revealing him in Emperor Jiang’s form, with a smile on his lips.
Regardless of height or appearance, even down to his aura, Ye Xuan was indistinguishable from Emperor Jiang, devoid of any differences.
A silver glow flickered around him, the surrounding space subtly vanishing. At this mont, Ye Xuan was Emperor Jiang; even if Ye Xuan stood before the Ancient Twelve Ancestor Witches, they couldn’t discern his true identity.
Having absorbed Emperor Jiang’s innate divine ability, Ye Xuan naturally understood all of Emperor Jiang’s spatial techniques and had his mories, thereby knowing how to contact Zhu Jiuyin.
Everything fell within Ye Xuan’s calculations; though the Soul Summoning Technique had lost its use, he had anticipated this when pursuing Emperor Jiang, and now everything was under his control.
"Zhu Jiuyin, only you remain. Do you think you can escape?"
Ye Xuan sneered sinisterly, flicked his finger, sending out a silver light that tore through space and vanished, proving it was a thod to contact Zhu Jiuyin. Now, he only needed to await Zhu Jiuyin’s response.
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